By the time they exited the building, Violet's arm throbbed painfully from hours of repetitive practice. Her lips were red and sore, a stinging reminder of Cain's incessant teasing. She trailed behind him, keeping her gaze fixed on the ground, her embarrassment so palpable she wished the earth could open and swallow her whole. Her mind churned with frustration and unease, every nerve in her body tense.
Her discomfort grew unbearable as they ascended the grand staircase of the mansion. She knew she couldn't wait until they reached his room to speak. Her voice broke the silence, hesitant but urgent.
"Lord Cain! My sister is sick. I was wondering if it would be possible for me to leave the mansion and see her?"
Her hands clenched tightly in front of her, nails digging into her palms as anxiety clawed at her. She braced herself for his answer, but Cain remained silent, his steps steady and unhurried.
